and the drug-fueled haze of slumming it. Think about it--we have gay BARS, but no gay libraries, gay cafes, etc. Bar culture is ingrained in us; alcoholism and dipsomania. Why do

his balls in the La Brea tar pits. Admiral Bucky Fularine needed to find them, stat, and find time to give Lee Fletcher a court martial. So long as the court martial was catered.

not without a hint of snideness. He gestured at the children at play. "Perhaps my tune is more to the liking of yon children. I tire of always being alone with the rats." He blew

"How unseemly of me," he said as he thumbed the mildewy seam. Trying to rub the mildew away. Then he noticed a bit of honey stuck on the back of his paw. He had a Big Appetite. But

om using Frontline, which was about as useless as the proverbial screen door on a submarine. Bill's fleas were proliferating over his face and abdomen. Sara had to take the fight

no doubt that she was confused about the difference between greasepaint and biological heritage. The audience demanded their money back, but she had all ready fled through the back

"Yes, you did. And I happen to be an owl," said the windshield cleaner as he climbed into the passenger side and demanded $25. The man stared at his open talon and gave him the

aralyzed psychotropic philodendrons philanthropists placed perpendicular to the poop plainly parked by pyromaniacs parodying our prime portal of our palace. "Pppppt!" Passing putts

at the presidency of the emerging second Confederation States Of America. Archangel Better Davis sent archangel Jimmy Stewart coy fiery letters of the Unholy Spirit. Countersigned

deals on overpriced gifts that nobody wants. I bought two bags of them and sent them to Jon Pertwee as a thank-you for the hovercraft. He smashed them to bits and sent them back.

Would you explain to him why there is so much rampant plagiarism in Asia, particularly in so-called communist countries that claim to despise the western hordes? No, my brother, I

ion, and a flurry of punches. You ever been in a storm, Benny? A storm of fists, raining down on you? You ever get hit on by an undercover cop in drag? Huh? You ever eat dragon,

all because God's bladder burst. And God, while you're up there, would it kill you to put on some underpants? Everyone can see up your robe. Then OK K.O. jumped in and ate everyone

What was important was that Glint Westrock was dead. He'd been poisoned by the future. Det. Manatee could see future residue on Glint's lips. "The question is did he die now or in

used, the lecherous snowman sculptures my wife had made melting under the summer sun. The next Farside comic hit me: Two men camping. One mistakes a snake for his sleeping bag.

trying to surf on the ironing board in the living room. Luckily the carpet was shag, so if she fell, she might not get hurt too bad, but Betty had Bactine in her blood ever since

a little ditty of a hymn like "Zip a duden duden zip a duden dah," as God swaddled the child, Harold Green, gifting to him a mighty keyboard video synthesizer of legendary legend.

When Legolas was eleven, his adopted mother scolded him for kissing a deer, and promised when he was at level 4, he'd be able to shoot cookies from his sleeves with ease. Legolas

hostages, setting cinder blocks on automobile gas pedals and watching them speed driver-less down the highway, all because he got "caught up in the moment". He was a hassle, just

the gas station, as distracted as he was with his performance anxiety, and had poured gas all down the side of his Ferrari. "Oh for the luvva," sobbed Señor Casanova, "The women